Thinkings Stories

they are small writings; some can be like a song, others like a short story.

This is a part of my story, dedicated to myself but also to you. It has made me move forward, in your turn to take a step forward: read it.

this novel takes readers on a thought-provoking journey through the mind of a character grappling with the nature of reality, the meaning of life, and the limits of perception. with its rich exploration of philosophy, science, and human experience, this book is a must-read for anyone who has ever wondered about the nature of existence and the purpose of our lives. as the protagonist navigates through the twists and turns of their own consciousness, readers are sure to be captivated by the profound questions raised and challenged to reconsider their own beliefs about the world around them

If you find yourself going over every detail in your head or planning every way this situation could turn out, then you, my darling, love stress & anxiety. You are an overthinker. This is (in short) just my public form of a diary.

Book of my thoughts. The littlest things matter The widest dreams matter The insecurities The pains The experiences The stories The poems... ყơų ɧą۷ɛ ąƖƖ ɛҳƈƖųʂı۷ɛ ąƈƈɛʂʂ ɬơ ɛ۷ɛཞყɬɧıŋɠ

every last thought that goes through my head

Reflexões sobre como funcionava a mente de um jovem adulto de 18 anos com o costume de reprimir seus sentimentos e gostar de todas as pessoas que lhe dessem um pouco de atenção e importância; além de refletir nos momentos mais tranquilos e menos caóticos sobre temas como guerras, política e gatinhos.

Yes diary,I've been living and thinking a lot thru a day and in this process im discovering a lot.. So why not sharing a daily life that i feel blessed to have, Let's go!

"Potom dlouhými prsty zajela do zadní kapsy od kalhot a vytáhla papír a tužku. Tam, kde on nosil nástroje k ničení plic, nosila ona nástroje k tvoření slov. Klekla si a trochu kostrbatě a provizorně na koleni napsala: Jsem němá. Zatímco hrotem tužky zabíjela čistotu papíru, provazce světlých vlasů se jí opět zatáhly přes obličej. Průsvitné žaluzie. Nechtěný závoj."

In a universe where you're being monitored through your thoughts: Tempest and Jax meet by a coincidence, and they don't think highly of each other. They soon realise that their destinies had been decided already before they were born. Ace is a friend of Tempest. She always protected him, but some months apart made him tough, and he'll do anything to protect his friend. Demon knows Ember from a very long time ago. Quinn is just here so spoil everything.

.she.is.me.

A menudo nos martirizamos cuando dejamos una relacion o cuando nos dejan. Que hemos hecho mal? Nos preguntamos. Por que no somos suficientes para esa persona? La respuesta es sencilla, no puedes completar a los demas si dentro de ti no te sientes completa.

Don't you ever feel alone when people are around? yeah, I know. they don't understand. yes, they do love you but sometimes they are just too far. It just means it's time to think about U

Juuh...

This was sort of a test run . . . I picked something I wrote about a year ago that was simple to use as a first post... Hopefully, as I become more comfortable with the site, I'll continue to delve into some other pieces that are pretty varied - short stories, poetry, "thinkings," and a lot of things that I find myself writing in a spontaneous act of self expression. I have never been a stellar verbal communicator, and since I was a child, I've made up for this shortcoming with a pen and paper. It's the only way I know how to stay (somewhat) sane.

Just a bunch of random words mashed together. I write what comes to mind. Anything under the sun.